My weekend's at an all time low
And she'll lay him right down
Walk out of her heart
Oh, my heart's in the basement
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
Uh hu
If she says she can do it
No, no, no
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
And he's down on the street
Now she's leading him on
Oh, yeah
I'm up on the eleventh floor
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
But she's a queen and such a queen
No, no, no
But it could have been me
She's an old-time ambassador
Walk out of her mind
Oh God, I could do better than that
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Oh God, I could do better than that
Oh, the cot is so cold
You betcha
So I throw both his bags down the hall
Yeah, I lay down a while
And she's known in the darkest clubs
Oh
'Cause she's hoping to score
There's a taste in my mouth
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
And I'm phoning a cab
So I lay down a while
So I can't see her letting him go
Of sweet talking, night walking games
For pushing ahead of the dames
Such a laughter is sucked in their brains
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
And it's no taste at all
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?
Oh yeah
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
It don't feel like no bed at all
'Cause my stomach feels small
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?
And look at my hotel wall
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Yes, it could have been me
He's down on the street
And she'll lay him right down
Oh God, I could do better than that
Yes, she's leading him on
Oh, not her
And he's try hard to pull sister Flo
And I'm watching the cruisers below
